Original post from this morning: In his blog work over the years, Red County's Matt J. Cunningham tried to sell himself as an honorable and ideologically pure Orange County conservative.
The act was pathetic from the outset. Never more than a political hack, Cunningham had a priority mission: savage any real journalist who dared question his powerful pals like local GOP boss Scott Baugh.
For example, point out a Baugh wart--like I did about Baugh's puzzlingly close relationship with Jeffrey Nielsen, the Orange County Republican activist and serial pedophile who targeted 7th and 8th grade boys for sex--and prepare for Cunningham--a political strategist by trade, to aim his bazooka crosshairs at your face. (See Nambla Fantasy, Oct. 6, 2005)
(It's also fascinating how Cunningham's Red County coverage of issues mirrored precisely the interests of Baugh's private lobbying clients such as Daystar or real estate developers.)
My colleague, Gustavo Arellano, did an incredible public service leading the charge to expose dirty OC priests and who then made it a priority to smear Arellano? You got it.
When he wasn't shamelessly spinning for the likes of Baugh or pedophile priests, Cunningham penned columns blasting liberals as hypocrites, liars and crooks who really stood for robbing taxpayers. Representative Loretta Sanchez, OC's lone Democrat in Congress, was often his target.
Now, the national media is jumping on story. Tim Cavanaugh at the libertarian Reason.com noted in an April 7 column that Cunningham--"a Republican flack"--is enriching himself off taxpayers at the failing public commission. Is it really worth $200 an hour for Cunningham to listen to John and Ken at KFI, read newspapers and leave pro-commision comments on blogs?
The scandal underscores that if you dangle a dollar in front of certain OC Republican bigwigs they will happily abandon their political principles to follow you to hell.
R. Scott Moxley’s award-winning investigative journalism has touched nerves for two decades. An angry congressman threatened to break Moxley’s knee caps. A dirty sheriff promised his critical reporting was irrelevant and then landed in prison. Corporate crooks won’t take his calls. Murderous gangsters mad-dogged him in court. The U.S. House of Representatives debated his work. Pusillanimous cops have left hostile messages using fake names. Federal prosecutors credited his stories for the arrest of a doctor who sold fake medicine to dying patients. And a frantic state legislator literally caught sleeping with lobbyists sprinted down state capital hallways to evade his questions in Sacramento. Moxley has won Journalist of the Year honors at the Los Angeles Press Club and been named Distinguished Journalist of the Year by the LA Society of Professional Journalists.